“Sleep tight, you morons,” muttered Arjun as he stepped out of his dorm with a bag slung over his back. The security guard had rung two bells a few minutes back indicating that it was two o’clock in the night. The guard must have gone to sleep after performing his duty perfunctorily. This was the best time to run away. The annual exams were round the corner and Arjun was fully confident that he would fail in spite of all the efforts made by both his teachers and the Board of Education to make him pass by giving him free marks in the name of co-curricular and extra-curricular activities. He wouldn’t score even ten percent in the written exams. Sreesanth, his hero, was in jail. Who does not make use of a chance to earn a few lakh rupees more, wondered Arjun. His father was making lakhs every day. Arjun’s father, Nakul Kulapati, was a an MLA of the ruling party. People came to him offering big packets or briefcases full of money. Nakul Kulapati gratified
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